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I shift forward, intending to meet her halfway, my lips puckering as I prepare to taste her finally.
Only her stern voice has my eyes snap up from her lips to meet her narrowed scowl.‘I’m not yours, so why don’t you get that into your thick skull.’She flicks my head, and I realise I’m still wearing my mask.
I’m not a man that’s ever embarrassed and definitely not one that gets flustered but fuck me thank you apocalyptic Jesus for having me keep my mask on because that would have beenawkward. A shudder runs up my back at the thought of Fauna having seen me puckering up to kiss her only for her not to be leaning in for a kiss in the first place. And what would make it a whole lot worse is if she could see how red my face must be right now.
So I might have read the room a little wrong, but I’m sure she still wants me. The way her cheeks are flushed red as she turns on her heels, the soles of her taped black boots squeaking against the flooring as she strides away, hips swaying as she goes.
The way her body moves is hypnotic and her lean, muscular legs that lead up to her rounded ass, an ass that I want bite into, is perfect.
I groan at her perfection, growing hard at the sight of this strong woman walking away.
I decide to take the long game, letting her have this win as I shout after her.‘Was the skull a little joke?’
I only just make out her‘fucking idiot’as she moves around the corner, out of sight and the familiar smile I have been wearing since I came across this woman is back. I try to stifle it a little by biting my tongue and keeping busy with the water heater, but nothing seems to make it budge.
My mischievous little deer might be getting away this time but I’ll hunt her down once I’m ready… With her shower and a little basket of soaps on the side of the freshly heated hot water.
Chapter Seventeen
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Fauna
Iswear I’m giving myself whiplash, and the Skull that is humming away to himself down the other end of this open-plan office is the reason.
What — emphasis on the fuck — am I doing?
I’m tempting fate, that’s what.
One. He is a stranger, someone I haven’t even known a day.
Two. He is a Skull, as in the walking nightmares everyone has told us about.
And three. Have I just suddenly forgotten about how the girls are waiting for me? They are relying on me, and I’m out here playing a game of chase with a psychopathic killer.
But the image of hot running water washes all those points and more down the drain. Is it stupid of me to ignore all of the prior warnings about the dangers I am putting myself in? I mean, the first thing my mum taught me was‘don’t go with a strange manyou don’t know. No matter what nice things he tries to tempt you with.’
I bet she didn’t have in mind that the‘nice’thing would be a hot shower.
I’ve never been good at listening to what others tell me to do. And the thought of hot water cascading down my body has me feeling all tingly and giddy just thinking about it.
Fuck it if he actually follows through on this hot shower business I’d be inclined to let him kill me as a thank you.
I’ve definitely got issues.
Issues so big I nearly kissed him mask and all. Luckily, a switch in me came on, forcing me to my senses, because if it hadn’t, maybe I’d have gone through with it. He'd have ripped his mask off as I wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders.
Ergh, I internally swoon.
It’s been a while since we last spoke, but I’ve managed to catch a few discreet looks Ruaridh’s way as he’s been working. His mask has been set aside, allowing me to get a good look at his dark hair and fresh stubble. The way his shirt bunches up around his biceps and the small grunts he lets out as he does whatever it is over there.
Though the last time I peeked a glance his way, he’d caught me. A returning cocky grin he had spread across his face was enough for me to know he’d caught me red handed. I’d all too quickly turned away to break the searing eye contact between us.
There was no way he could have noticed the way I’d clenched my legs in response, but the flush that had spread across my cheeks felt like a dead giveaway.
It’s been that long since I’ve had anything physical with another. I’m not even afraid to admit the clear reactions I’m having after being celibate for so long. Well, I’m not scared to admit it to myself, but the still-smirking Skull over there is a different story.
Not that we’re spoiled for choice out there in the apocalypse, and as much as I find the girls beautiful, I’m just not attracted to them in that way. Not that any of them are attracted to me anyway. Amelia and Izzy have some form of a relationship, but that’s between them.
